As I watched dozens of high school juniors file into Memorial Union this morning, it reminded me of my first visit to Washburn as a prospective student (that’s me above, with hair, as editor of The Review). That was centuries ago (1996), but the memory is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.
I remember it well because I wasn’t here long that day. As a transfer student from Allen County Community College, my father and I were on campus to survey the setting. We left about two hours in when we heard — incorrectly — that many of my credits weren’t going to transfer.
The drive back to Burlingame was not a comfortable one. I wondered where I was going to go next. I’d already left Kansas State after a year. Too big, not enough interaction with my professors. So a “big” school was not an option.
I remember calling Emporia State … no journalism degree. Strike two (strike three for ESU). But my angst didn’t last long. Just minutes after we’d arrived home, I got a phone call from the director of admissions at Washburn.
He assured me that the credits would transfer and asked that I come up the next day for a one-on-one meeting. So I drove back to Topeka the following day and spent a few hours touring campus, including a visit with the dean of the mass media department.
Those interactions, that personal attention, the caring … that sealed the deal for me. I chose Washburn that day and have been grateful for that decision since. I owe those folks a debt of gratitude for going out of their way to get me here.
Washburn is a special place. We offer experiences most schools simply can’t. Don’t be afraid to share your stories with the prospective students here, as well as the ones who will be here in the future.
Everybody here has an important role. When folks visiting Washburn see that, they often fall in love with this place.